and that's the way it should be
Title: And That’s The Way It Should Be,
(MaDi), R
Author: dangergrl79
Pairing/Character: MaDi, Logan, Veronica and Cassidy mentioned
Word Count: 2900
Rating: R (Language)
Summary: Future Fic. What does Mac and Dick’s son, Harrison, think about his parents’ relationship and Neptune past? Find out. Harrison’s POV
Spoilers: Up to Season 2 finale
Authors Note : This is Part 3 in the “and he kept his promise” universe. Sorry, Not Betad, but it took me long enough to get it out. Oh, I own nothing...just borrow with exception of Harrison and Linzie.
and he kept his promise Part 1 of Series
and she does it on purpose Part 2 of Series
It’s was just another fun filled morning in the Casablancas house. Mom was cooking breakfast. That is an indication of one thing and one thing only. Dad must have gotten lucky last night. I realize that I should be grossed out and dry
heaving as I sit at the counter and watch her smile at me, but the fact that she was not trying to kill me over the Hollywood sign prank...well, I don’t mind so much today.
I feel it when my Dad arrives downstairs. His hair was all over the place and he wore these ridiculous looking board shorts with trees on them and nothing else. He ruffled up my hair and then headed to Mom, forgetting that I exist the
minute she is in his eyesight. Now I am awarded with the sight of my father standing in the middle of the kitchen rubbing his crotch into my mother’s back as she fried bacon. Bacon...this would be normal if she wasn’t a devout vegan. Sometimes they are bizarre to even me.
“Hey Dad, would you mind waiting until I go to school. You are lucky I haven’t eaten yet.”, I said to remind them both that I was in the room.
He smiled, but Mom pushed her body closer to the stove. “Go sit down, Dick. It should be ready in a minute.”
He whispered back. “It’s ready now, Cin. You can feel it’s ready.”
She giggled. He winked at me, his fifteen year old son. I cringed.
“Am I grounded?”
They looked at me and then each other.
“No.” “Yes”, they answered at the same time.
Dad sat next to me and said, “Well, we discussed this and since there was a miscommunication and nothing was really done, we decided to put you on a monitored probation. No more prank master.”
I nodded because it was a stupid idea anyway. Not only did I know that, but I also knew that my Dad set me up. He tries to look like the buddy Dad, but the reality is he is way more strict than my Mom. She doesn’t want to see me hurt, but my Dad has something to prove to the world.
He didn’t get this way until we moved to the mainland about five years ago. Before then, I thought we were just a normal family living in Hawaii. Then they sat me down one night and told me that we were moving to California. The way my Mom put it, “There are things that you need to
know before we leave”.
I was told about Neptune, California. A place that I had never even heard of, but where my parents both grew up. Dad was a rich kid and Mom wasn’t, so they really didn’t know each other well. I remember Mom grabbing my hand and holding it tightly when they began to tell me about my Uncle Cassidy. At first, I couldn’t even believe it. Then I said something that I still regret. I asked my Dad was he my real father. Dad lost it.
“CASSIDY IS NOT YOUR FATHER! DO YOU HEAR
ME?”, he yelled and yanked me out of my chair. I was ten at the time, so I was bawling my eyes out. We ended up standing in front of a mirror together. “Look at us, Harrison. What do you see?”
“m-me a-and....”
Dad took a deep breath. “Why would you ask me if I was your real father?” Mom was standing behind him almost holding him up.
“I j-just thought...s-since Mom was with him...”
I didn’t think it was possible, but he got angrier. “She dated him for two minutes! Two fucking minutes. He was fucked up in the head, but he was my brother and that is all you
need to know! Look in that mirror! You look just like me because you are mine and your mother is mine. Don’t let anyone tell you or say otherwise. People in California will look at you different. Some will think that you might be my
brother’s kid. You have to be the strong kid that I know you are and tell them to shut the fuck up.”
“Dick?”, Mom said from behind us.
“What?”
“He’s ten.”
“Right. You just tell them that your father’s name is Dick Casablancas and if you have any questions about that, to come see me and I’ll tell them to shut the fuck up.”
It was pretty intense for me, but the move to California was a little messed up too. I thought that it was the end of the world and that I was losing all of my friends, but my parents’ company was doing so well at the time that I had
no say. My mom, known to the world as the mother of Media Immersion, invented a computer program that revolutionized the gaming and Internet industries. Before, people would have to buy games only for the system that they had and my mom’s program opened up every game for every game system and Internet.
Dad gave her the money to get started, but then he became CEO. Mom couldn’t stand the Corporate aspect of her job, so she happily handed it over to my father. Before, he stayed at home with me all the time. He was off of the beach and wearing designer suits by the time I was seven.
Even though he hated it, he was really good at being the boss. Did I mention that my folks are freaking loaded?
The company was too big for Hawaii and that was the only reason for the move. We ended up in Malibu, California. Our house is a cross between Masterpiece Theater and any house you would see on Cribs. There is lots of security and for a while, no one realized we were there and then I met my Uncle Logan.
(flashback...)
We went out to eat at this really cool restaurant and made it home after sunset. Dad dropped us off at the front door and drove to the garage.
“Did you like it, Harrison?”
“I don’t know, Mom. The food was good, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying.”
“They were speaking Japanese. Don’t worry...you are going to learn Japanese.”
“What?”
“Trust me. You’ll thank us later.”, she laughed.
I noticed what looked like a big lump hanging off of a chair in our courtyard. The lump then fell off of the chair with a loud, “Uhh”.
Mom didn’t hear it. “What was that?”, I asked and pointed in the direction of the chair.
The lump was moving and I recognized the face as soon as his jacket fell in place.
“You’re Logan Echolls.”, I said loudly.
“Logan?”, my mom questioned as she pulled me behind her.
“Long time no see, Mac.”, he slurred. He was drunk. Really drunk.
“What brings you here, Logan?”, my mother asked him. I was just shocked that she knew him. He was one of the biggest producers in Hollywood. How did Mom know Logan Echolls?
“I wanted to see if you had a little Dick or a little Beaver. That’s the kid, right?”, he asked taking peeks at me. “What’s your name, kid?”
“Harrison.”
“Well, hi Harrison. I’m your Uncle Logan.” He then told my mom. “Don’t hide him from me, Mac. I’ll be good.”
Mom let me stand beside her. “This is my son, Harrison.”
“Holy shit...I’ll be damned.”, he said and walked towards us.
“That’s enough, Logan.”, Mom advised him. He stopped.
“Little Dick.”, he chuckled. “I won. Ronnie owes me a little reverse cowgirl action.”
“Is that all you wanted after all these years?”
“No, not really. Were you screwing around with Dick the whole time you were with his brother or...”
“Get Harrison in the house, Cindy.” It was my dad and he was not happy to see Uncle Logan.
I felt my mother pulling on my arm and I resisted. “I don’t want to go in.”, I told her with a little attitude in my voice.
My Dad turned towards me and I saw my life flash before my eyes. “In the house, NOW!”
I was now pulling my mother with me.
Once inside, I ran upstairs to my room. I had a balcony that overlooked the pool on one side and the courtyard on the other. I sat on the ground to listen without them seeing me.
“Logan, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to bring you an invite to the reunion. Maybe share some family pictures...you know us relatives of deceased homicidal maniacs...we’ve got to keep in touch.”
“You can’t come here drunk and scare my family like this. I am trying so hard not to just kick the living shit out of you right now.”
“Veronica tracked you here. She wanted to see the boy. She wanted to know.”
“Know what?”, Dick asked. “If Beaver raped Mac too?”
Who was Beaver?
Logan nodded. “We got into a fight about it. I didn’t want her to come here.” He smiled, “We were over this shit. I swear. She hears through the grapevine that the Casablancas moved to Malibu and it’s senior year all over again. She doesn’t want to talk about it and disappears on
me. We had this fight and I stole all of the shit she had on you and came to see for myself.”
“How did you get in the gate?”
“I was married to Veronica Mars for five years, Dick. If I can’t get into a little security gate, something is wrong.”
Dick’s eyes widened, “You married her?”
“You married Mac.”
“Fuck you, dude. My wife is the shit.”
Logan laughed, “Man, For a moment there I thought you had matured. Married to a girl named Cindy and living in a phat house in Malibu. Strangely enough, you still managed to do what was expected of you.”
“Whatever Logan. At least I’m still married to my wife.”
“I’m still married to my wife too. She’s just not married to me.”
“That sucks. What did you do?”
Logan took his jacket off. “Why do you assume that it’s my fault?” There was a pause. “Okay, fine...When she got pregnant I told her to get an abortion or I would leave her.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No, but didn’t you think the same thing when you found out about Mac?”
Dick shook his head, “No.” Logan stared at him. “I thought about it, but that was it. With Mac, that wasn’t even an option.”
“Oh, the Madison Sinclair thing?”
“You know?”
“Veronica has a file.”
“Of course she has a file. How long have you been
divorced?”
“I don’t know. Lynzie is six. Four years.”
“Doesn’t it piss you off that you can’t be with your kid?”
Logan shook his head. “It’s not like what you think. It’s only a matter of time before we get back together. We are divorced, but they live in my house with me now. After a couple of years, I realized that I couldn’t screw her up any more than her mother would raising her by herself. She’s my kid and I have to deal with it.”
“That’s how it is with Harrison. I love him to death, but if he goes bad, I will probably kill myself. He has so much against him and I don’t want to let Mac down because she chose to be with me.”
“How the hell did that mange to happen anyway?”
Dick smiled, “Mac had some Dick and couldn’t get enough. For the record, I got there first and only...and it was after Cassidy died.”
“Oh, I thought...”
“Yeah, I know what you thought. I know you are drunk, but you disrespect my wife again and friend or no friend...I will put you in the hospital. I heard what you said to her.”
“That’s good, remind me because I don’t remember.”
“The shit about her screwing me behind Beaver’s back. That didn’t happen.”
That was when I realized that this Beaver was my Uncle Cassidy. That would mean that he didn’t just kill people. He raped people. He could have raped my mom!
“Geez, you really love her.”
“Yeah, I do and that doesn’t make me a pussy. I love my life. I love Cindy.”
“I can see that. You know that people are going to think...”
“Yeah, and I only hope that we can show them that what Mac and I have now has nothing to do with my brother. He’s dead. He should stay that way.”
“H-he didn’t rape Mom did he?”
“Shit.” Dad and Logan stood when they noticed I was there. After hearing everything, I walked down the stairs without even thinking about it. “He didn’t rape your mom. I swear. No one ever raped your mother, okay?”
“Okay, but Beaver is Uncle Cassidy right?”. Dad looked up at the balcony and shook his head.
“Harrison, you know that it is wrong to listen to private conversations.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“So, why did you do it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t kn....”, he stopped himself. “Let’s just get your Uncle Logan some coffee.”
We ended up in the kitchen and Uncle Logan started to sober up and they talked about growing up together in Neptune. I could see why they were friends. They both had the most screwed up childhoods ever. Uncle Logan would
crack jokes about my Dad and Mom ending up together. I didn’t get most of them because it wasn’t *that* weird. I saw them everyday.
According to Uncle Logan, Dad couldn’t even graduate because he tried to cheat on a final project and got caught. That little bit of knowledge made me love Uncle Logan. Dad punched him in the chest hard for telling me. When he
started to talk about my mom and some quiz, Dad almost sent me back upstairs. I realized two things that night. One was that Logan and my Dad are crazy. The other was that people didn’t really know my mom in high school.
She’s a genius, but that’s not everything. My mom can be obnoxiously loud and goofy just like my dad. That’s because he lives to make her laugh and they are the most immature parents on earth. Mom tells dirtier jokes than Dad...in inappropriate places. Don’t even get me started on the T-shirts. I’ll admit it, it is kinda cool when your friends think that you have cool parents, but seeing Dad at my junior high graduation party wearing a shirt with a bull on it and the words ‘Me so horny’ and Mom walking around in her favorite shirt... ‘Ask me about my Dick’, it can be embarrassing.
Sometimes I feel like it’s them against the world. It’s almost like they don’t want people to get close. Seeing my Dad with Uncle Logan that first time was the first time I saw him loosen up around anyone else. Mom is his best
friend and for a long time his only friend. True, they both had acquaintances, but they would never let them that close.
“So, you see Ronnie has nothing to worry about.”, my dad told Logan. “It would be cool to see her and your kid...what was her name Lynzie?”
“Yeah. She’s beautiful, smart, and not half as screwed up as I thought she would be.” They both laughed at that.
“The jury is still out on Harrison.”, my dad added with a smile in my direction.
“Dad...that is so not cool.”, I replied.
Logan stared at me with wide eyes, “That is so your kid.”
“I know.”, Dad replied.
End Flashback
That was when everything changed for us in California. I met our extended family of Uncle Logan then later Aunt Veronica and the pain in the ass that calls herself Lynzie. She just turned eleven and according to her, we are in a
“relationship”. According to me, she’s delusional. Mom thinks it’s cute. Uncle Logan thought it was too until he overheard her tell me that she was going to get boobs soon and that she would let me see them.
Lynzie can’t sleep over anymore or be alone with me ever.
It took a long time for Aunt Veronica to act normal around us. I understood, but it frustrated my dad a lot. He didn’t like the fact that it was our job to make her comfortable. He
believes that “if you don’t like us....you can bite us”. Mom was a little more understanding and let Aunt Veronica see that we were a loving if not normal family.
In two years, I will be going to MIT. I will probably end up taking over the family business. Not grandpa’s...Dad said he would plant his foot in my ass if I ever worked for my grandpa. I love my parents business and there is a good
chance that I won’t end up indicted there so it’s cool.
I am starting to think that Mom wants another kid or she’s knocked up already and they don’t know how to tell me. It really doesn’t matter to me. I would love to have a little brother or sister around. Too bad that they couldn’t have
done this when I was young enough to have a playmate around. Well thinking about it...my folks have never done anything the normal way...and that’s the way it should be.
(MaDi), R
Author: dangergrl79
Pairing/Character: MaDi, Logan, Veronica and Cassidy mentioned
Word Count: 2900
Rating: R (Language)
Summary: Future Fic. What does Mac and Dick’s son, Harrison, think about his parents’ relationship and Neptune past? Find out. Harrison’s POV
Spoilers: Up to Season 2 finale
Authors Note : This is Part 3 in the “and he kept his promise” universe. Sorry, Not Betad, but it took me long enough to get it out. Oh, I own nothing...just borrow with exception of Harrison and Linzie.
and he kept his promise Part 1 of Series
and she does it on purpose Part 2 of Series
It’s was just another fun filled morning in the Casablancas house. Mom was cooking breakfast. That is an indication of one thing and one thing only. Dad must have gotten lucky last night. I realize that I should be grossed out and dry
heaving as I sit at the counter and watch her smile at me, but the fact that she was not trying to kill me over the Hollywood sign prank...well, I don’t mind so much today.
I feel it when my Dad arrives downstairs. His hair was all over the place and he wore these ridiculous looking board shorts with trees on them and nothing else. He ruffled up my hair and then headed to Mom, forgetting that I exist the
minute she is in his eyesight. Now I am awarded with the sight of my father standing in the middle of the kitchen rubbing his crotch into my mother’s back as she fried bacon. Bacon...this would be normal if she wasn’t a devout vegan. Sometimes they are bizarre to even me.
“Hey Dad, would you mind waiting until I go to school. You are lucky I haven’t eaten yet.”, I said to remind them both that I was in the room.
He smiled, but Mom pushed her body closer to the stove. “Go sit down, Dick. It should be ready in a minute.”
He whispered back. “It’s ready now, Cin. You can feel it’s ready.”
She giggled. He winked at me, his fifteen year old son. I cringed.
“Am I grounded?”
They looked at me and then each other.
“No.” “Yes”, they answered at the same time.
Dad sat next to me and said, “Well, we discussed this and since there was a miscommunication and nothing was really done, we decided to put you on a monitored probation. No more prank master.”
I nodded because it was a stupid idea anyway. Not only did I know that, but I also knew that my Dad set me up. He tries to look like the buddy Dad, but the reality is he is way more strict than my Mom. She doesn’t want to see me hurt, but my Dad has something to prove to the world.
He didn’t get this way until we moved to the mainland about five years ago. Before then, I thought we were just a normal family living in Hawaii. Then they sat me down one night and told me that we were moving to California. The way my Mom put it, “There are things that you need to
know before we leave”.
I was told about Neptune, California. A place that I had never even heard of, but where my parents both grew up. Dad was a rich kid and Mom wasn’t, so they really didn’t know each other well. I remember Mom grabbing my hand and holding it tightly when they began to tell me about my Uncle Cassidy. At first, I couldn’t even believe it. Then I said something that I still regret. I asked my Dad was he my real father. Dad lost it.
“CASSIDY IS NOT YOUR FATHER! DO YOU HEAR
ME?”, he yelled and yanked me out of my chair. I was ten at the time, so I was bawling my eyes out. We ended up standing in front of a mirror together. “Look at us, Harrison. What do you see?”
“m-me a-and....”
Dad took a deep breath. “Why would you ask me if I was your real father?” Mom was standing behind him almost holding him up.
“I j-just thought...s-since Mom was with him...”
I didn’t think it was possible, but he got angrier. “She dated him for two minutes! Two fucking minutes. He was fucked up in the head, but he was my brother and that is all you
need to know! Look in that mirror! You look just like me because you are mine and your mother is mine. Don’t let anyone tell you or say otherwise. People in California will look at you different. Some will think that you might be my
brother’s kid. You have to be the strong kid that I know you are and tell them to shut the fuck up.”
“Dick?”, Mom said from behind us.
“What?”
“He’s ten.”
“Right. You just tell them that your father’s name is Dick Casablancas and if you have any questions about that, to come see me and I’ll tell them to shut the fuck up.”
It was pretty intense for me, but the move to California was a little messed up too. I thought that it was the end of the world and that I was losing all of my friends, but my parents’ company was doing so well at the time that I had
no say. My mom, known to the world as the mother of Media Immersion, invented a computer program that revolutionized the gaming and Internet industries. Before, people would have to buy games only for the system that they had and my mom’s program opened up every game for every game system and Internet.
Dad gave her the money to get started, but then he became CEO. Mom couldn’t stand the Corporate aspect of her job, so she happily handed it over to my father. Before, he stayed at home with me all the time. He was off of the beach and wearing designer suits by the time I was seven.
Even though he hated it, he was really good at being the boss. Did I mention that my folks are freaking loaded?
The company was too big for Hawaii and that was the only reason for the move. We ended up in Malibu, California. Our house is a cross between Masterpiece Theater and any house you would see on Cribs. There is lots of security and for a while, no one realized we were there and then I met my Uncle Logan.
(flashback...)
We went out to eat at this really cool restaurant and made it home after sunset. Dad dropped us off at the front door and drove to the garage.
“Did you like it, Harrison?”
“I don’t know, Mom. The food was good, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying.”
“They were speaking Japanese. Don’t worry...you are going to learn Japanese.”
“What?”
“Trust me. You’ll thank us later.”, she laughed.
I noticed what looked like a big lump hanging off of a chair in our courtyard. The lump then fell off of the chair with a loud, “Uhh”.
Mom didn’t hear it. “What was that?”, I asked and pointed in the direction of the chair.
The lump was moving and I recognized the face as soon as his jacket fell in place.
“You’re Logan Echolls.”, I said loudly.
“Logan?”, my mom questioned as she pulled me behind her.
“Long time no see, Mac.”, he slurred. He was drunk. Really drunk.
“What brings you here, Logan?”, my mother asked him. I was just shocked that she knew him. He was one of the biggest producers in Hollywood. How did Mom know Logan Echolls?
“I wanted to see if you had a little Dick or a little Beaver. That’s the kid, right?”, he asked taking peeks at me. “What’s your name, kid?”
“Harrison.”
“Well, hi Harrison. I’m your Uncle Logan.” He then told my mom. “Don’t hide him from me, Mac. I’ll be good.”
Mom let me stand beside her. “This is my son, Harrison.”
“Holy shit...I’ll be damned.”, he said and walked towards us.
“That’s enough, Logan.”, Mom advised him. He stopped.
“Little Dick.”, he chuckled. “I won. Ronnie owes me a little reverse cowgirl action.”
“Is that all you wanted after all these years?”
“No, not really. Were you screwing around with Dick the whole time you were with his brother or...”
“Get Harrison in the house, Cindy.” It was my dad and he was not happy to see Uncle Logan.
I felt my mother pulling on my arm and I resisted. “I don’t want to go in.”, I told her with a little attitude in my voice.
My Dad turned towards me and I saw my life flash before my eyes. “In the house, NOW!”
I was now pulling my mother with me.
Once inside, I ran upstairs to my room. I had a balcony that overlooked the pool on one side and the courtyard on the other. I sat on the ground to listen without them seeing me.
“Logan, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to bring you an invite to the reunion. Maybe share some family pictures...you know us relatives of deceased homicidal maniacs...we’ve got to keep in touch.”
“You can’t come here drunk and scare my family like this. I am trying so hard not to just kick the living shit out of you right now.”
“Veronica tracked you here. She wanted to see the boy. She wanted to know.”
“Know what?”, Dick asked. “If Beaver raped Mac too?”
Who was Beaver?
Logan nodded. “We got into a fight about it. I didn’t want her to come here.” He smiled, “We were over this shit. I swear. She hears through the grapevine that the Casablancas moved to Malibu and it’s senior year all over again. She doesn’t want to talk about it and disappears on
me. We had this fight and I stole all of the shit she had on you and came to see for myself.”
“How did you get in the gate?”
“I was married to Veronica Mars for five years, Dick. If I can’t get into a little security gate, something is wrong.”
Dick’s eyes widened, “You married her?”
“You married Mac.”
“Fuck you, dude. My wife is the shit.”
Logan laughed, “Man, For a moment there I thought you had matured. Married to a girl named Cindy and living in a phat house in Malibu. Strangely enough, you still managed to do what was expected of you.”
“Whatever Logan. At least I’m still married to my wife.”
“I’m still married to my wife too. She’s just not married to me.”
“That sucks. What did you do?”
Logan took his jacket off. “Why do you assume that it’s my fault?” There was a pause. “Okay, fine...When she got pregnant I told her to get an abortion or I would leave her.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No, but didn’t you think the same thing when you found out about Mac?”
Dick shook his head, “No.” Logan stared at him. “I thought about it, but that was it. With Mac, that wasn’t even an option.”
“Oh, the Madison Sinclair thing?”
“You know?”
“Veronica has a file.”
“Of course she has a file. How long have you been
divorced?”
“I don’t know. Lynzie is six. Four years.”
“Doesn’t it piss you off that you can’t be with your kid?”
Logan shook his head. “It’s not like what you think. It’s only a matter of time before we get back together. We are divorced, but they live in my house with me now. After a couple of years, I realized that I couldn’t screw her up any more than her mother would raising her by herself. She’s my kid and I have to deal with it.”
“That’s how it is with Harrison. I love him to death, but if he goes bad, I will probably kill myself. He has so much against him and I don’t want to let Mac down because she chose to be with me.”
“How the hell did that mange to happen anyway?”
Dick smiled, “Mac had some Dick and couldn’t get enough. For the record, I got there first and only...and it was after Cassidy died.”
“Oh, I thought...”
“Yeah, I know what you thought. I know you are drunk, but you disrespect my wife again and friend or no friend...I will put you in the hospital. I heard what you said to her.”
“That’s good, remind me because I don’t remember.”
“The shit about her screwing me behind Beaver’s back. That didn’t happen.”
That was when I realized that this Beaver was my Uncle Cassidy. That would mean that he didn’t just kill people. He raped people. He could have raped my mom!
“Geez, you really love her.”
“Yeah, I do and that doesn’t make me a pussy. I love my life. I love Cindy.”
“I can see that. You know that people are going to think...”
“Yeah, and I only hope that we can show them that what Mac and I have now has nothing to do with my brother. He’s dead. He should stay that way.”
“H-he didn’t rape Mom did he?”
“Shit.” Dad and Logan stood when they noticed I was there. After hearing everything, I walked down the stairs without even thinking about it. “He didn’t rape your mom. I swear. No one ever raped your mother, okay?”
“Okay, but Beaver is Uncle Cassidy right?”. Dad looked up at the balcony and shook his head.
“Harrison, you know that it is wrong to listen to private conversations.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“So, why did you do it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t kn....”, he stopped himself. “Let’s just get your Uncle Logan some coffee.”
We ended up in the kitchen and Uncle Logan started to sober up and they talked about growing up together in Neptune. I could see why they were friends. They both had the most screwed up childhoods ever. Uncle Logan would
crack jokes about my Dad and Mom ending up together. I didn’t get most of them because it wasn’t *that* weird. I saw them everyday.
According to Uncle Logan, Dad couldn’t even graduate because he tried to cheat on a final project and got caught. That little bit of knowledge made me love Uncle Logan. Dad punched him in the chest hard for telling me. When he
started to talk about my mom and some quiz, Dad almost sent me back upstairs. I realized two things that night. One was that Logan and my Dad are crazy. The other was that people didn’t really know my mom in high school.
She’s a genius, but that’s not everything. My mom can be obnoxiously loud and goofy just like my dad. That’s because he lives to make her laugh and they are the most immature parents on earth. Mom tells dirtier jokes than Dad...in inappropriate places. Don’t even get me started on the T-shirts. I’ll admit it, it is kinda cool when your friends think that you have cool parents, but seeing Dad at my junior high graduation party wearing a shirt with a bull on it and the words ‘Me so horny’ and Mom walking around in her favorite shirt... ‘Ask me about my Dick’, it can be embarrassing.
Sometimes I feel like it’s them against the world. It’s almost like they don’t want people to get close. Seeing my Dad with Uncle Logan that first time was the first time I saw him loosen up around anyone else. Mom is his best
friend and for a long time his only friend. True, they both had acquaintances, but they would never let them that close.
“So, you see Ronnie has nothing to worry about.”, my dad told Logan. “It would be cool to see her and your kid...what was her name Lynzie?”
“Yeah. She’s beautiful, smart, and not half as screwed up as I thought she would be.” They both laughed at that.
“The jury is still out on Harrison.”, my dad added with a smile in my direction.
“Dad...that is so not cool.”, I replied.
Logan stared at me with wide eyes, “That is so your kid.”
“I know.”, Dad replied.
End Flashback
That was when everything changed for us in California. I met our extended family of Uncle Logan then later Aunt Veronica and the pain in the ass that calls herself Lynzie. She just turned eleven and according to her, we are in a
“relationship”. According to me, she’s delusional. Mom thinks it’s cute. Uncle Logan thought it was too until he overheard her tell me that she was going to get boobs soon and that she would let me see them.
Lynzie can’t sleep over anymore or be alone with me ever.
It took a long time for Aunt Veronica to act normal around us. I understood, but it frustrated my dad a lot. He didn’t like the fact that it was our job to make her comfortable. He
believes that “if you don’t like us....you can bite us”. Mom was a little more understanding and let Aunt Veronica see that we were a loving if not normal family.
In two years, I will be going to MIT. I will probably end up taking over the family business. Not grandpa’s...Dad said he would plant his foot in my ass if I ever worked for my grandpa. I love my parents business and there is a good
chance that I won’t end up indicted there so it’s cool.
I am starting to think that Mom wants another kid or she’s knocked up already and they don’t know how to tell me. It really doesn’t matter to me. I would love to have a little brother or sister around. Too bad that they couldn’t have
done this when I was young enough to have a playmate around. Well thinking about it...my folks have never done anything the normal way...and that’s the way it should be.